we are not numbers

emerging writers from Palestine tell their stories and advocate for their human rights

In an instant

The streets are not quiet for long.
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Art by Tristam Aver

Come and see the empty street.
It’s quiet.
But amidst it all,
a baby cries;
her mom is gone, lost in an instant.

She stops, exhausted.
The street is quiet again.

Once again, explosions erupt.
More crying.
Another baby without a parent.

Who knows what their stories will be
as they grow up in a world of loss?

The skies light up.
Missiles flare above the city.
Questions ring in the minds of all:
Is it my turn?

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